The Moon to My Sun

Chapter 1

"Kurt, wake up." Kurt felt a nudge to his shoulder but batted the hand away. "Kurt, you need to get up baby."

"Don' wanna." He snuffled out.

"But Kurt, we're getting ready to land." Blaine's voice finally registered in his mind and the alarming thought that they were getting land was the second thing that registered. Weren't they planning on making love on the plane behind a closed door? Didn't that conversation just happen?

"I thought we were going to make a honeymoon night on the plane." Kurt said, voice scratchy with the remnants of sleep.

"Open your eyes baby."

Kurt sighed before reluctantly prying one eye open and then the other. He smiled when he saw the perfect golden brown staring at him. Blaine eyes could even smile, he thought to himself. "Open."

"You slept for almost five hours."

Kurt's forehead crinkled in thought. "Why didn't you wake me up?" He protested about the lack of sex on the plane.

Blaine planted himself on the floor in front of his beloved. "I was nudged awake just about ten minutes ago. I just went to pee before I came back to wake you up." He caressed Kurt's face. "I think we both needed the sleep after the drunken stupor and hangover. The good thing is, we won't be tired later, right?"

Kurt closed his eyes again, but the smile grew larger and larger on his face as he responded still very tiredly. "Yeah."

"Okay, then get up. We have to sit in the main cabin chairs and buckle up. We're landing soon." Blaine walked away to do who knows what.

How could Blaine be so chipper right now was all that Kurt could think about as he rolled, and yes rolled off of the couch landing on his hands and knees. Kurt groaned as he pushed up from the ground finally putting his weight where it belonged, on his feet. He felt Blaine's presence back. "I'm up." He said without looking at Blaine.

"Awww. You poor baby. It's been a rough twenty-four hours."

"Yes it has been." Kurt agreed as Blaine took his hand and led him out to the main cabin area. He sat in his seat and buckled before stretching his arms high up and then his legs way out.

Blaine giggled at the cuteness. "And you think I'm a big puppy dog. You look like an adorable kitten."

"I'm a tiger, not a kitten. Kitten is too.. so.. gay."

"I'm fine with tiger as long as you growl at me when I'm fucking you hard later." Blaine leaned in to say the last part as he brushed his lips over the sensitive skin just under his ear.

"I promise, as long as you keep the promise of fucking me hard." Kurt's pants tightened slightly with a picture of Blaine hunched over him fucking him hard. The thought would have to wait because Kurt didn't have the luxury of whacking off in the bathroom before they landed.

It was like Blaine knew the thoughts in Kurt's mind. "I'm sorry I got you thinking about it." Blaine winked as Kurt picked up his line of sight to his crotch where no doubt his half hard cock was making itself known to the public.

"I'll just close my eyes and nap until we land. It's not like we can do anything else anyway."

Blaine just took his hand as he messed with his iPhone in the other.

"Here at last." Blaine sighed as they entered the condo for the first time in over a year.

Kurt smiled as he remembered how beautiful the place was. The luggage was already brought up by what Kurt could only think was a service elevator. They had some things to take care of downstairs so that the cleaning people would know what to do for the two weeks they were here. Blaine didn't want anyone interrupting them unnecessarily. Kurt didn't either for that matter. They both knew that they wanted personal time, not just for sex, but for them to just be them. They wanted to talk and laugh and just enjoy each other before the craziness of school took them to separate schools and time apart. Time apart that they weren't used to.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked.

"It's eight o'clock here, but we still need to eat dinner. Let's change and go out for dinner, then we can turn in and start getting adjusted to the time zone."

"Turn in?" Kurt questioned. "It is our honeymoon Blaine."

"Turn in, as in strip naked and relax and do whatever comes up." Blaine smirked. "We can put our robes on and sit on the terrace, drink wine and talk."

"Talk?"

"Or, you know, whatever. Talk and maybe kiss." Blaine was clearly teasing.

"Maybe kiss." Kurt's hands were on his hips. "Kiss. I need your hard cock.."

Blaine put his hands on Kurt's face cutting off his words. "Maybe kiss, but I'm definitely fucking you hard into the couch out on the terrace."

Kurt smiled, kissed Blaine on the nose and walked past Blaine toward the bedroom. "Now that's what I call a honeymoon."

Kurt and Blaine were enjoying the terrace music from Blaine's iPod playing over the speakers. "It's so peaceful out here." Kurt commented as they sipped wine from solid crystal goblets. "I'm so glad we're here for two whole weeks."

"-and a few days. We have about sixteen days to explore the city." Blaine corrected him.

"-and you." Kurt settled into a nice wine relaxed enough to flirt with his beloved husband. He wasn't' drunk but less inhibited. "We get to explore you." He smirked.

"I don't need to explore me. I spent years doing that before I met you." Blaine turned to look at Kurt catching Kurt's eyes and noting the blush on his face, no doubt because he was imagining Blaine exploring his own body. "I think I know every inch of your body, but I wouldn't mind a refresher course." Kurt blushed more. "I like that I can still make you blush."

"I don't even know why. I should be used to your cheesy comments." Kurt kissed Blaine on the lips gently, but quickly. "You're welcome you know."

"Welcome?" It puzzled Blaine.

"To refresh your memory." Kurt laid back eyes glassy as he blinked flirtatiously.

"I know we were going to.. uh.. enjoy the terrace, but it's late. I think we might need to..."

"Inside, in case we get loud." Kurt chuckled. "I know you too well, Blaine."

"Plus it's almost one in the morning. I don't want to wake up all of Paris." Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders pulling him in closer. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder looking out at the river before turning to kiss him on the neck sweetly. They both looked out at the sky. There were a lot of stars visible considering the big city lights. "So, inside?"

"Inside definitely. I'm ready to get the honeymoon started. I'm horny as hell." Kurt stood first before pulling Blaine up. Kurt could see his cock hard in his jeans. He kissed Blaine while his hand trailed the swell of Blaine's ass before circling to his hip and finally landing on his cock. Kurt pressed his hand against his hardness hearing Blaine's breath hitch at the touch. "You know we haven't made love since before our second wedding."

"I know. I'm pretty hard. Might not last very long." Blaine simply said.

"Don't care. I know how to get you hard again." And Kurt did know because he knew Blaine's body as well as his own. "So let me lead you to our destination, Mr. Hummel-Anderson, where you can fuck my brains out."

"You're quite crude tonight Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Where did this come from?"

"I think it came from the hangover, the flight, the sleep, the sex talk, the oysters at dinner and the fact that I haven't come in like four days and I can't even remember the last time we made love because we drank too much wine." Kurt was clearly excited. He was talking a mile a minute.

Blaine thought back to the last few days. "Oh yeah. The last time I remember was at my grandparent's house. We drank too much the night of the real wedding and then too much the second wedding." Blaine was being gently prodded toward the bedroom. "I'm sorry. We should definitely stop drinking. I feel like I've spent the last four days either having a hangover or drinking."

"Not in Paris, we're not. We can actually drink legally here. It's how much we drink that we need to control. Like tonight, we only drank a glass or so each. I feel great and I'm ready for some serious lovemaking now." Kurt wanted the real honeymoon. Sure they had a lot of sex, but he wanted all of it in the two weeks they had here. It was going to be the honeymoon he dreamed of. It was going to be walking along the Seine, shopping in quaint bookstores, getting coffee and eating ice cream from the same cone. They would sit on the terrace and read and listen to music while holding hands. He wanted to feed Blaine food and vice versa. They were going to do the simple and romantic things all day and come home to make love all night. That was what a honeymoon was supposed to be, right? Blaine would make sure it was the perfect honeymoon.

Kurt pulled him the rest of the way into the bedroom where his honeymoon would begin in the four poster bed that awaited them. Kurt wasted no time stripping Blaine's shirt off and then his own. As he dropped his shirt to the floor not caring about it in the least, Blaine's lips were on his nipple sucking and licking the tiny nub that peaked in response. He couldn't help but throw his head back in pleasure. His heart skipped a beat at the gesture and his hands curled into Blaine's hair immediately tugging at the curls. "Feels so good," Kurt said with a sigh, head thrown back instinctively.

Blaine continued to plant open mouth kisses to the other nipple before sucking it in while his thumb continued rubbing over the other one. The sensation rippled through Kurt's body as he moaned in pleasure, pleasure that he missed so much. It seemed like a year since he felt the touch. Blaine kneeled, kissing to his navel where he planted more open mouth kisses, gently sucking in the taught skin there. His hands worked Kurt's jeans open pushing them and his briefs down to the ground before Kurt helped him peel them off the rest of the way. Kurt's cock brushed his throat when it sprung free and he moaned at the feel of his head meeting Blaine's skin. It was erotic to have Blaine there, not touching his cock, but right there. It was the fact that he wasn't paying attention to it that brought him to attention.

Kurt pulled him up as a signal that it was his turn. Kurt skipped Blaine's nipples in favor of the slight trail of hair that covered the abs and led him to the button of Blaine's jeans. He licked his way down and quickly removed Blaine's pants dropping his hands to the curve of Blaine's ass squeezing the muscled orbs while his mouth took in the painfully hard cock he refused to ignore. Blaine hissed at the pleasure. "It's been way too long." He moaned as Kurt's mouth slicked his cock so that his mouth could slide easily up and down. "Kurt, I won't last baby." His hands placed on either side of Kurt's face nudging him off. "I need to be inside you. I want to be inside you."

Kurt whispered 'I love you' as they made the few steps to the bed. Kurt lay on his back spreading his legs to allow Blaine to settle between them after he grabbed the lube. Kurt held his own legs up so that Blaine could have quick and easy access. The last thing Kurt wanted was for it to be drawn out. This was their honeymoon. They were supposed to fuck and fuck a lot. Blaine's finger returned, covered in lube. His finger brushed over Kurt's hole before dipping in. Kurt moaned. "Fuck," slipped out of his mouth in a whisper as he relaxed into the rhythmic motion of his lover and husband preparing him gently, prodding him open, slicking him up to accept his thick hard cock waiting for the right time. In no time at all, Blaine was three fingers in. "Fuck me now Blaine. Please Blaine," Kurt pleaded.

Blaine's fingers were gone and the head of his cock now replaced Kurt's abandoned hole. The soft velvety head pushed in slowly, but steadily until he was completely buried inside Kurt. Blaine wanted to jerk quickly forward so badly, but knew he would need to exercise patience, patience that he didn't have right now. It had been a few days and this was their honeymoon. He wanted to fuck Kurt like there was no tomorrow. Kurt was right, it had been too long, yet he knew he could hold off. He knew that he needed to make this what Kurt wanted. It was what he wanted too. He waited until Kurt's eyes opened and a slight smiled graced his face. Blaine held his ankles allowing Kurt to relax his knees. It was like letting Blaine in further. Blaine pulled out just a little before pressing back in feeling Kurt clench around him and hearing him moan. "Relax baby. I'll take care of you."

"You always do Blaine, always." Kurt didn't have to worry about his legs cramping because Blaine held his ankles right where he wanted Kurt to be. Kurt's hands held on to the headboard as he pushed himself down to meet Blaine's thrust in. Blaine knew he was ready to be made love to, or rather fucked senseless as Kurt asked for.

There were two Kurt's, the one that loved romance and the one that had a carnal need. This Kurt was the one with a carnal need. He's been anticipating it, wanting it and wanted it now, so Blaine gave it to him, hard and fast. The slapping of skin was all that could be heard besides the high pitched moan of his lover. Blaine pressed in with long purposeful strokes, pausing each time to make sure he was hitting Kurt's prostate and pushing deeply in, as deeply as he could get. Kurt could only hold on for dear life since Blaine held his ankles. Blaine had all the control. Kurt could only stroke himself to the ravaging pace of Blaine's thrusts. "Harder Blaine. More. I need to feel you tomorrow and the next day. I need you to fuck me." Kurt begged and Blaine gave, his cock filling Kurt repeatedly and relentlessly. It was perfect. Kurt didn't want to feel empty. Blaine continued on with punishing thrusts. He knew Kurt could take it. The few times they fucked hard like this was in times of need and they both needed this.

"I fucking love you Kurt," Blaine breathily said. Sweat was glistening on his brow, neck and shoulders. His chest would be dripping sweat soon. "I-I'm going to come, baby."

Kurt sped up his own hand. It would only be proper for them to come together. After all, this is the first time they've made love after being married... and remember it. "I'm close. Hold on. I want to get there Blaine. We need to come together."

Blaine was sweating. He held off, waiting for Kurt to catch up. He didn't even know he was holding his breath, but he was. "Come on baby. I love you so much and you feel so fucking good. I want you to come around me. When you come you hold my cock inside you and I feel like I belong there. I want to stay in that moment with you when we're coming."

"Oh fuck Blaine.. I-I'm..." Nothing else was said, but Blaine let go with a groan. His hips stuttered and he felt Kurt' coming in that moment. It was perfect.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, finally releasing his ankles so that his legs could drop down on either side of Blaine's body. "That was.." Blaine paused for a few breaths. "Amazing."

Kurt was breathing heavy in the post orgasmic bliss. "I want you to stay there Blaine. I want to fall asleep knowing your right there. I want to know that you belong inside me."

Blaine giggled. "I think you'll know I was right there tomorrow when you wake up." But to humor him, Blaine stayed there, knowing that he would eventually have to pull out. There he stayed until they were too tired to even think. So tonight was not a night of making love all night. The plane trip drained them. Tomorrow was another honeymoon day and night.